"Darlene, I want you to fuck me like you hate me" Harry pushes, taking a step closer. "I do hate you" I spit back angrily crossing my arms. God I hate him, but I hate myself even more for being affected by him right now. I hate that my mind has already began flashing images in my head. I hate how worked up he's got me in just a minute, simply from his words. "Show me" He urges, his eyes looking cynical. But most of all, I fucking hate that after everything he's done, I'm still going to fuck him. -- Darlene can't stand Harry almost as much as she can't stand their job as lifeguards, but he has made it his personal mission to get her attention even if it means annoying the hell out of her. No matter how hard she tries to push him away, he always seems to come right back. As much as she'd hate to admit it, he got under her skin and now she can't get him out, no matter how much he may drive her insane. ------- SEXUAL/MATURE CONTENT ------- Best Rankings: #1 in pool #1in darkharrystyles #1 in onedirectionfanfiction #5 in lifeguard #8 in fanfictiononedirection #4 in summer #1 in NiallHoran #16 in harry #25 in onedirection #3 in Harrystylesfanfiction

!!Story contains mature and explicit content!! ************* Deliverance- The action of being rescued or set free. Grey Monroe is given 60 days to pay back her debts. 60 days to free the only family she has. Desperately she turns to the quickest cash she knows; an underground gambling tournament. Harry Styles is constantly searching for the next cash grab. When he stumbles upon an underground gambling tournament, he knows he's found his newest scheme. That is until his path crosses with Grey. Despite their desperation to keep business and pleasure separate, they find themselves entangled with one another. A story of love, pain, tragedy, discovery, and deliverance. Book Started- April 5th, 2021

My friendship for Harry is laying on green grass on a hazy summer afternoon, hot chocolate in winter and swing sets at the park... But my love for Harry is poetry written by hand in leather journals, dried flowers pressed into novels and open button up shirts that expose my black swimmer tops. I realised something; his pinkie wrapped in mine is a feeling I've never realised I crave so badly. Perhaps because I couldn't have it. Not until now. **** With growing up comes change and for Tilly and Harry - change was their detriment. *this story contains mature and explicit content* * COMPLETED* Highest Achievements: #1 in one #1 in onedirection #1 in hs1 #1 in secretlove #1 in harrystyles #1 in films #1 in onedirectionasthemselves

"So, what possessed you to spend your evening at this shitty party?" I asked, releasing the taste of my cigarette with my words. His gaze decidedly landed on my lips that were wrapped around my burning cigarette as he finally spoke. "I guess I'm a bit of a masochist." He shrugged and a sharp laugh escaped my throat at his words. "What's your excuse?" "Oh, I'm the one throwing this shitty party, so I guess I'm a bit of a sadist," I replied with a shrug of my own and his laugh was just as sharp as mine had been. All humor left his voice, however, when he said, "Yeah? Fuck, that's hot." //After a fateful meeting at a house party, Stevie never thought she would see Harry Styles again. However, a year later when a mutual friend tells her Harry's band is looking for a new bassist, she jumps at the opportunity. Much to Stevie's disappointment, Harry doesn't seem to remember her, or the night they shared, and he certainly has a darker side when he isn't trying to get into her pants.// Mature content warning// This story contains adult themes and explicit sexual content.